William Shakespeare: The Tempest

ACT 4 1. SCENE I. Before PROSPERO'S cell (continued)

TRINCULO.
Thy Grace shall have it.

CALIBAN.
The dropsy drown this fool! What do you mean
To dote thus on such luggage? Let's along,
And do the murder first. If he awake,
From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches;
Make us strange stuff.

STEPHANO.
Be you quiet, monster.--Mistress line, is not
this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: now,
jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald
jerkin.

TRINCULO.
Do, do: we steal by line and level, an't like
your Grace.

STEPHANO.
I thank thee for that jest: here's a garment
for't: wit shall not go unrewarded while I am king of
this country: 'Steal by line and level,' is an excellent
pass of pate: there's another garmet for't.

TRINCULO.
Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers,
and away with the rest.

CALIBAN.
I will have none on't. We shall lose our time,
And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes
With foreheads villainous low.

STEPHANO.
Monster, lay-to your fingers: help to bear this
away where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out
of my kingdom. Go to; carry this.

TRINCULO.
And this.

STEPHANO.
Ay, and this.

[A noise of hunters beard. Enter divers Spirits, in
shape of hounds, and hunt them about; PROSPERO and
ARIEL setting them on]

PROSPERO.
Hey, Mountain, hey!

ARIEL.
Silver! there it goes, Silver!

PROSPERO.
Fury, Fury! There, Tyrant, there! hark, hark!

[CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO are driven out.]

Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints
With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews
With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them
Than pard, or cat o' mountain.